This is a song about "Cherry cola"

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

And fif’ here to lick on that coca-cola shit

Slangin a coke without the cola

Whenever there's trouble, viola